Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Star-crossed Critters

Hubby and I were driving down the road when we noticed a raccoon and opossum lying dead, about 6 feet from each other, on the shoulder of the road.  Hubby said "All that's missing is the skunk for the trifecta."

I, in my best theatrical voice, said  "It was a suicide pact.  Theirs was a tragic tale of love misunderstood.  Accepted neither by coons nor possums, they felt this was their only option." 

No Cell Phones Allowed

Last week I was massaging a client and my dog Brutus was in the treatment room with us.  My client had forgotten to silence her cell phone and mid-way through her massage she received a phone call.  The ring tone was a very loud song that was not very pleasing to the ears.  Brutus raised his head up from napping, ran across the room, stuck his head inside the lady's purse and gently woofed at the phone.  The phone quit ringing at almost the same second that Brutus barked at it... so the mighty Shih-tzu trotted back to his doggy bed and resumed his nap.

Now I don't speak dog, but I am pretty sure Brutus was enforcing my cell phone policy.

Two For One

Last week I had a young girl come for her first ever massage.  She had injured her ankle earlier this year and had just been out of her walking boot for about a week, so her mom asked if I could give her a 30-minute massage to help speed up the healing.  Since it was her first massage I invited her mother and younger sister to sit in the treatment room with us while the massage was underway.

As normal, I turned the lights down low and played one of my relaxing "massage music" cd's.  The little sister was seated in my papasan chair, which is a great nap inducer on it's own--never mind the dim lights and soothing music!  Within 5 minutes I heard snoring from the chair.  I made eye contact with the mom and we both smiled.  Another 5 minutes passed and my massage client began to snore as well.  I looked at their mother and said "Would you like to borrow that cd?  Apparently it is magic.".

I have had clients fall asleep on the massage table before, but the two for one action was a first for me. 

Tuesday, June 18, 2013

That is Not Chocolate Mister

Today, after I told my husband that I wished that there was chocolate in the house, he answered me with "I have a chocolate energy bar that you can have."

I looked him in the eye and with my best professorial face said "That thing defies everything that chocolate stands for.  Chocolate is decadent.  Chocolate is meant to be joyful.  It's a luxury.  The forbidden fruit.  Sweetness that is so good it has to be sinful.  It is meant to be an exquisite indulgence.  That energy bar.... is most definitely not chocolate."